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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 12, Issue 6 (September 1, 1937.)

The Sphere

The Sphere.

This day is mine. The power is in my hands
To take it up, a shining fragile sphere
Of perfect hours, unflawed, untarnished,
And use it as I will.
If I were wise and pure of heart
Then could I take it unafraid,
A gift of golden light and shining sky
From God's own hands, with knowledge of my strength,
And when the shining globe at set of sun
Lies finished, cry “My work is perfect, and I sleep content.”
But I am weak in toil, unskilled in lovely works,
And fear to take and crush the precious thing,
Or worse, to mar its misty depths, where promise veiled lies,
With ugliness of thought and deed.
So now to Thee, my Lord and Guide,
I give this shining day.
Guide Thou my wavering hand upon
its curving wall
That I at evening may behold with
sweet content
The lovely day that I, through Thee,
have wrought.

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